The Haunted Settlement Of Neponset Park

THE HAUNTED SETTLEMENT OF NEPONSET PARK

This release contains 1 external settlement at Neponset Park location in the Fallout 4 game. It is a vanilla player settlement site, meaning there is no need for other MOD's or any of the DLC's. There should be no mismatch with other MOD's, apart from those that also affect the same area of course.

I also highly recommend using some of the wonderful building MOD's, like Homemaker e.g.  I do so myself.

Idea for this place was given to me by serdur, thank you!

THE HAUNTED SETTLEMENT OF NEPONSET PARK

The Haunted Settlement Of Neponset Park, (NeponsetParkHauntedSettlement.esp),

You toss and turn  in bed at one of the cabins in this place, after having finished off the mirelurks. Then you fall asleep, or do you?

When people asked me who my father was I always answered Neponset Park. See, my mom, hmm, worked here long ago, and then gave birth to me. And whenever I asked her who my dad was, she just said, Neponset Park is your dad darling. Thinking of her profession, that answer was quite descriptive and adequate. 

I grew up wild, but happy. Mom and the 4 other women working here had an independent business going, or like they said, who needs a pimp, when, if you like such things, you can bang your head against the wall on your own too.  I was the only child around and soon learned to run errands for them, in exchange for candied mole rat teeth and other sweets. It was a good life.

Mom loved brahmin milk, she sure did, and I was once again getting some for her from a nearby farm, when arriving back to Neponset Park I saw nothing but ruin and death, as my mom, and all my 'aunts' had been killed, and obviously violated too, before and after the murders. By the marks on the ground I gathered that at least 15, maybe even 20, raiders had attacked our home. Later on this was confirmed to have been the work of 18 raiders, the least famous bloodthirsty insane idiots who called themselves the 7 Fingers Milloe Gang.

To tie up my story, I tracked them all down, and sent them to hell hanged by their own innards.

Then I returned home, but couldn't muster up the grit to fix this place and make it into livable spot again, so I just left again and wandered aimlessly around commonwealth, and even further. After 54 years of that I knew the time had come for me to return home. And I bet the three lead slugs which  the last raider gang that I  destroyed had managed to  shoot in my guts helped me to decide that also. Man does get old too you know, even man with Neponset Park as his dad.

So I dragged myself back home, and promptly died on pi